The world is a republic of mediocrities, and always was.

Piety does not mean that a man should make a sour face about things, and refuse to enjoy in moderation what his Maker has given.

Eyes bright, with many tears, behind them.

Might and right do differ frightfully from hour to hour, but then centuries to try it in, they are found to be identical.

Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together; that at length they may emerge, full-formed and majestic, into the daylight of Life, which they are thenceforth to rule.

Does not every true man feel that he is himself made higher by doing reverence to what is really above him?

In this world there is one godlike thing, the essence of all that was or ever will be of godlike in this world: the veneration done to Human Worth by the hearts of men.